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Behold ! A new Wampum has arisen. 
(After being discontinued for three 
years a high school paper has been 
printed, and though slightly smaller 
than the old, we hope the readers will 
find as much of interest in the new as 
in the old. We realize that times are 
hard and business dull at this time, 
and we feel that we owe the greatest 
thanks to the business men of this 
town and of other towns, who have 
financially lent their aid to the paper. 
The scholars have spent much time in 
preparing themes, essays, grinds, and 
so forth. The editors and teachers 
have worked together and produced a 
paper of which the readers are the best 
judges as to whether it is a success or 

Owing to the illness of the Athletic 
Editor, much of the work in that de- 
partment has been done by Walter A. 

We are glad to see so many in the 
Freshman Class. It is the largest that 
the school has had for over five years, 
and we hope they will continue their 
studies and graduate in full force. 

Not long ago a certain college eleven 
was defeated by a team it should have 
outplayed. The students were some- 
what disappointed with the result, but 
at the same time they realized that then 
was the time to cheer, a time when the 
team needed all possible encourage- 
ment. Accordingly, nearly the whole 
school turned out at midnight and 
marched half a mile through the rain 
to welcome home their defeated team. 
That was school spirit. School spirit 
depends on each one doing his best for 

the good of the school ; it depends upon 
the loyalty and support of each scholar. 
At Pembroke it depends upon you. 
Stand by your school ! 

Since the Wampum was not printed 
last year, perhaps some of the towns- 
people have forgotten about it. If so, 
buy one this year, read it, get interest- 
ed in the school and its work; then 
come and visit us more, and see for 
yourselves what we are doing. Pupils 
will do better, if they are encouraged 
by the people in the town. The school 
needs the people's support and good 
will, and it is your duty to become fa- 
miliar with what the school is doing. 
If you are not interested how, the 
Wampum will help you get interested. 

The Literary Society was doing good 
work at the first of the year, and the 
members enjoyed the programs con- 
sisting of debates, recitations, piano 
solos, and school songs. The Society 
has discontinued its meetings now, ow- 
ing to the many duties of the spring 

Pembroke High's most needed im- 
provement is a basement. When the 
building was planned, it was thought 
that a basement was not neecssary, but 
as each year passes, and the school 
grows larger, its lack becomes more and 
more apparent. The entry, in which 
the boys eat their lunches, is much too 
small, and insufficiently ventilated. If 
a basement were built, it would serve 
as a place to eat, and a part could be 
fitted up as a gymnasium. It is hoped 
that some time in the near future, the 
town or Alumni Association will appro- 
priate a sum to meet this deficiency. 



How They Won Their Motor. 

Jerry and Jake lived in the town of 
Bockville. They were both in their 
seventeenth year, and very much in- 
terested in all the latest fads. They 
had both attended the airship meet 
held at a neighboring town the year 
before, and had returned full of plans 
for an airship. They procured all the 
reading matter obtainable at the village 
library on the subject, and set to work. 

Their principal drawback was a 
work-shop — they both had small shops 
that would do for an average piece of 
work, but neither was large enough for 
their new undertaking. Jerry suggest- 
ed that the barn loft would be a good 
place, but as his father had already or- 
dered his winter supply of hay, that 
was out of the question. Jake had an 
uncle living on the next street who he 
knew had just the place in his attic 
that he needed, but the boys hardly 
dared to ask him for it. He was get- 
ting along in years, and did not like 
to be disturbed by boys meddling with 
such 'freaky things as airships; but 
nevertheless they asked him and were 
much pleased and more surprised when 
he gave them permission, provided they 
would only use the rear stairs, and 
make no more noise than necessary. 
It was a large roomy attic, extending 
the length of the whole house, and just 
the place they wanted. After they had 
built their airship, they could not get 
it out, of course, but there was a large 
flat balcony surrounding the syklight, 
and they planned to launch it from 
this. School had closed for the sum- 
mer, so all their spare time was spent 
in the attic, and the ship rapidly took 
shape. It was by no means a full sized 
ship, scarcely ten feet from tip to tip, 
but they had great hopes of its ability 
to fly. The only thing that disturbed 
them was the motor. The other mate- 
rials for the ship were not very expen- 
sive, but they could not secure a motor 
without considerable expense, but still 
they worked faithfully on and trusted 
to chance to supply a motor. 

At last, late in August the airship 
was completed. They still had no 
motor, but everything else had been 
completed. That afternoon they had 
taken it apart, and raising the pieces 
through the skylight, had set it up 
again upon the roof. That evening 
when the uncle returned, he seemed to 
be worried about something. After 
thinking awhile, he said, "I have got 
to be out until late to-night, and I wish 
you boys would stay and kind of look 
out for things. You know Nellie has 
gone away for a few days, and I do 
not like to leave things alone. I have 
some very important papers in my 
desk, that I should not like to lose." 

Accordingly, the boys stayed over 
night in their uncle's house. The eve- 
ning passed slowly, and they "turned 
in" about ten o'clock. They did not 
sleep in any of the chambers, but went 
up to the work-shop — perhaps they 
wanted to be nearer their ship which 
they were going to try out in the morn- 

The boys were both tired, but the re- 
sponsibility they felt regarding the val- 
uable property below kept them from 
sleeping very soundly, and they both 
awoke with a start when they heard a 
sound of breaking glass downstairs. 

"Somebody's after the papers," cried 
Jake in a hoarse whisper. "Go tele- 
phone for the police." 

But as the telephone was in the same 
room as the papers, this seemed rather 
inconvenient just at that time. They 
listened intently, and heard indistinct 
footfalls below; no doubt whoever was 
in the house expected to find it entirely 
empty, for he did not hesitate about 
making noise. 

"What shall we do?" cried Jerry. 
"We must hurry or he will get them 
and escape, and then won't Uncle Jake 
give it to us. You know he locked the 
library door before he left, so we can't 
get into the room, unless we go in the 
same way the thief did." 

"I know ; the glider. It will hold me 


until I get to the ground, I know," 
cried Jake. 

"Don't you do it — you will break 
your neck," warned Jerry. 

It seemed different now when the 
time had come to actually test the air- 
ship, but his friend was already on the 
roof, so he followed quickly. 

"Here!" cried Jake, "Help me lift 
this railing aside, then give me an easy 
push. Hurry!" He did as he was bid- 
den, and Jake climbed into the car. 

"Push when I say ready," he whis- 

No wonder his teeth chattered; it 
takes a good deal of confidence in one's 
machine to go off of a three-story roof in 
the daylight; but at night time it 
seemed four times as bad. But he 
thought of his uncle's faith in him, and 
gritting his teeth cried, "Ready!" At 
first the glider fell like a shaft, then 
as the outspread planes caught the 
breeze, she slowed up a trifle and rode 
steadily down. Jake did not try to 
steer ; there was not time for that. He 
trusted to luck to land safely, and to 
tell the truth, that was about all he 
could do. But luck did land him right 
side up, and he jumped out long be- 
fore the car had stopped flitting across 
the yard. 

"Hurry, Mike, get up!" he cried 
softly at the hired man's window in the 
stable. "There is somebody in the 
house. Telephone for the police, 
quick !" 

Mike, the man of all work about the 
place, responded quickly, and the po- 
lice were notified in a very few seconds. 
Then the man and boy ran around to 
the library window. All seemed as 
usual. The panes were not broken in, 
and everything appeared to be quiet. 
Mike was inclined to be skeptical. "I 
don't see any thief," he said. "Where 
is he?" 

But Jake was not convinced. "We'll 
go in and see," he said. 

He went around to the rear door, the 
key to which Jake usually kept in his 
pocket, as it led directly to the attic, 
and entered quietly. 

All seemed well in the kitchen, but 
as they turned on the lights in the 

dining room, they saw their thief in 
the midst of his spoils. There, directly 
in front of the sideboard, lay the frag- 
ments of a huge punch bowl; several 
glasses also added to the litter, several 
quarts of punch were flowing about the 
wreckage, and in the midst of it all the 
family cat stood innocently blinking 
at the lights. The boys had forgotten 
to feed her, and I suppose she thought 
she would see what she could do for 

By this time the police had arrived, 
and were somewhat provoked when 
they learned it was only a fake alarm. 
The boys were still explaining to them 
how it happened when Uncle Jack 
rushed in; some one had told him his 
house was afire. He listened carefully 
to the whole story and grunted his 
approval of their conduct. He was a 
man of few words and seldom spoke 
unless absolutely necessary, but his 
gratitude was plainly felt when a few 
days later, Jake was notified that a six- 
cylinder engine had arrived, addressed 
to him, at the freight house. He 
guessed who had ordered it and hur- 
ried quickly to his uncle's house, but 
the good man would listen to no thanks, 
and concluded his outburst of gratitude 
by locking him out of the room. It is 
needless to say that the boys were much 
pleased with their motor and the flying 
ability of their airship. 

E. J. '16. 

The Latest Historian. 

Wherever there is a big fire, a fight, 
a war, or anything of importance, the 
man with the moving picture camera 
is much in evidence. He is usually a 
young fellow and a gentleman until 
you step between his camera and pic- 
ture, then his language is not all "that 
could be desired. A future president 
of the United States, if he wishes to, 
can see the actual events which caused 
the holiday he is celebrating, for all 
important events are being taken on 
moving picture films and stored in 
moisture-proof, fire-proof, and dust- 
proof vaults. In the recent war with 


Mexico, thousands of feet of film were 
taken of every part, from the loading 
of supplies to the disembarking of the 
marines and the occupation of Vera 
Cruz. If you are fortunate enough to 
obtain official permission, you can see 
all this at the Navy department, where 
the films are kept. 

Of course the movie man is a dare- 
devil or he wouldn't face a rain of 
bullets with only a camera. Hardly 
one went to Vera Cruz who was not 
under fire, while those who were with 
Villa, Gonzales, Coy, and a dozen or so 
other Federal leaders, who tried to 
stop the advance of the Eebels, turned 
the crank for days at a time to the 
whine of bullets and the boom of burst- 
ing shells. They did it for the fun of 
getting the picture and fifty dollars a 
week or less. One man who was at 
Torreon was under fire for three days. 
He took pictures from a box car until 
a bullet broke the tripod of his camera, 
then he left that, fixed the tripod, and 
took some street fighting, being chased 
two blocks by the Rebels in his escape. 
He was without food for three days in 
his retreat to the capital and lost his 
camera, but he saved the film. Then 
he went to Vera Cruz and got another 
camera. When the Americans took the 
city, he fled with the Federals and so 
got both sides of the story. 

So much for Mexico. In our own 
country there is scarcely an undertak- 
ing of even local interest, which has 
not been flashed on the screen. A big 
fire, a steamboat disaster, a railroad 
wreck, an automobile race, are mag- 
nets which draw the movie man for 
miles. When Salem, Massachusetts, 
burned, several camera men obtained 
excellent pictures. One, however, left 
his camera for a moment to help an 
aged man, and lost all his film except 
a few hundred feet. 

Amateurs, of whom there are several 
thousand in the United States, flood 
the offices of the manufacturers with 
worthless pictures, just as amateur 
writers flood the editors of magazines 
with worthless stories. About ten per 
cent of the pictures are accepted. Most 
are either spoiled in the making or are 

of too local a character. Occasionally 
a big thing happens and the amateur 
gets it. For instance, when the Empress 
of Ireland went down in the St. Law- 
rence river, an amateur happened to 
be on hand when the fog lifted and 
got the pictures of all there was left. 

A few years ago, manufacturers used 
to pay large sums for the privilege of 
being the sole one to take pictures of 
some great event. In nineteen twelve 
a man paid four thousand dollars for 
the sole right to take pictures of the 
World Series baseball games. Another 
man rented the roof of a nearby build- 
ing and with a long distance lens got 
better pictures of the games than the 
other. The man minus four thousand 
dollars promptly went to law, but the 
judge decided he had not only lost his 
four thousand but must pay the costs. 
This put an end to concessions. 

The movie man has his limitations. 
When the aeroplane was first invented, 
it was thought that it would be an ex- 
cellent opportunity for pictures, but it 
was found nearly impossible to secure 
good ones, because of the constant rock- 
ing of the planes, and the vibration of 
the engine. From a balloon they are 
better, but not an entire success and 
probably never will be. 

W. E. C. '16. 

Ye Pembroke High. 

On the road as you come down 
Through the center of the town, 
You will find upon your right 
A pretty and most pleasing sight. 
For located here is Pembroke High 
Looming and towering into the sky. 
Behold ! The stately grove of trees 
One opposite the building sees, 
The lawn, the hedge, and other things 
Which give this school its beauty tinge, 
And then, far off the wondrous view, 
The hills and dales, the sky _ of blue. 
And many towns are hid within 
The acres of this leafy green; 
Of course, their schools are all worth 

But Pembroke's got them skun a mile. 
W. F. S. '17. 


Six Years Hence. 

There is among the students of Pem- 
broke High School a certain individual 
who, outclassed by none in his capacity, 
is making marked progress in the line 
of civil engineering. Already he has 
been engaged in small undertakings 
with promising results, and for odd 
jobs to take up his spare time he fills 
the place of surveyor. In six years he 
will have finished his high school and 
a four years' college course, immedi- 
ately after which a successful business 
opening will be established in his home 
town, Bryantville. A little later, branch 
offices are put up in Plymouth, Han- 
over, and Rockland, and in the course 
of three years he will have more work 
than he can rightfully attend to, but 
he works incessantly until he receives, 
a warning in the form of sickness. Re- 
gretfully he gives up his work for a 
while, but beginning again too soon, 
he quickly finds himself in the same 
position as before, only a great deal 
worse. Constantly under doctors' care, 
he gradually becomes better, but they 
tell him not to work for a year or more. 
Completely discouraged by this great 
setback, he falls into the clutches of 
nervous prostration, which immediately 
leads to his being sent to Europe with 
doctors and nurses. Here he seems to 
remain in a normal condition, but does 
not regain his health as he did before, 
and he is constantly longing for this 
country and its beloved charms. The 
doctors, after several consultations, de- 
cide to bring him home where he seems 
to get better by jumps and leaps. At 
the end of six weeks he is working and 
accomplishing as much as before. The 
doctors say nothing, though greatly 
mystified concerning his recovery, and 
suppose that it is due to their devoted 

He is visited a little later, and is re- 
quested to take the position of chief 
government surveyor and territorial 
draftsman. Overjoyed at the prospects, 
he accepts and works in Washington for 
five years filled with happiness, return- 
ing occasionally to visit his family and 
friends in Bryantville. At the end of 

his stay at the capital, he is sent to hold 
the same position out West, but with 
doubled salary. His headquarters are 
located at a place named Caseville, a 
town which springs up under his super- 
vision and influence. 

One day, while reading the paper, 
the man who is the chief doctor of the 
recovered patient notices this testimon- 
ial in an advertisement: — 

Dear Mr. Case: — After six weeks' 
treatment I realize of what value your 
medicine might be to the public if they 
knew of it, so I write these few words 
for their benefit as well as yours. I 
was wholly cured of a sickness, based 
on nervousness, which the doctors could 
not cure. I took eighteen months' treat- 
ment with them which availed nothing, 
while, as I have said, six weeks' treat- 
ment of "Case's Regal Rheumatic 
Pills," brought immediate relief and a 
lasting recovery. 

W. F. S. '17. 

The Mill. 

As I approach the mill, the first pic- 
turesque object seen is the mill pond. 
When standing on the opposite side 
from the mill, I have a fine view. The 
edge fringed with alders, and all kinds 
of other bushes can be seen, which turn 
into the most beautiful colors in au- 
tumn time, and also here and there a 
majestic maple lifts up its head to 
view, rivaling its beauty with the dark 
color of its pine tree background. As 
I walk nearer to the mill, the roar of 
the water rushing through the waste- 
gate can be heard. The mill itself is 
a large cumbrous affair, almost falling 
to pieces, with trees and vines growing 
all about it. Most of the shingles have 
fallen off of the roof, making the mill 
have a very antique appearance. Every 
once in a while a swallow, whose nest 
is in on the rafters, flits through the 
paneless window near the roof, then 
comes out again to join its compan- 
ions, who are flitting and circling 
around, sometimes within an inch of 
the water. 

A. C. S. '17. 


Character of Ben Hur. 

Ben Hur was a young man, quite tall 
and very dark. He had a lithe and 
athletic figure, and his muscles were 
very strong. His features were rather 
sharp and dusky, showing that he was 
a Jew by birth. His hair was black 
and straight, and it was always combed 
in a becoming style. He was careful 
of his dress, because he belonged to a 
wealthy family in Palestine. 

Ben Hur had a playmate, whom he 
loved dearly, and that love had been 
returned. Messala had been to Rome, 
studying to be a soldier, and he had 
come back again very different from 
what he was when he went away. Now 
he scorned the Jewish nation, and ridi- 
culed Ben Hur. This was a sad blow 
to Ben Hur, because he expected him 
to be the same as when he went away. 
Ben Hur's love was very sorrowfully 
blighted, and he was crushed under his 
disappointment. He was a young and 
innocent youth, trusting completely in 
Messala, and for the first time his faith 
was shaken, and he did not know how 
to grapple with his sorrow. From now 
on, Messala and Ben Hur must be as 
strangers to each other, and Ben Hur 
was deeply wounded. After the sad 
interview with Messala, Ben Hur went 
home and poured the whole tale out to 
his mother. He was like a little child 
seeking comfort from its mother, and 
he found it. After a long talk with her 
he told her of a long cherished desire. 
He was very ambitious and wanted to 
go to Borne to study to be a soldier. 
This was his main aim in life, and he 
could hardly wait until he was old 
enough to go. 

About the time of this talk with his 
mother, the Roman Governor passed 
the streets of Palestine in front of Ben 
Hur's home, and he went to the edge 
of the roof to see him. As he leaned 
over the railing, a tile fell and stunned 
the Governor. Quickly, officers came 
and took his mother and sister away to 
prison, and him to the life of a galley 
slave. He tried in every way to shield, 
them from the officers, but they would 
not listen. He loved his mother and 

sister, and he was very sorrowful be- 
cause he could not help them. No 
thought for himself entered his mind, 
only for the other two. The hope to be 
a soldier was crushed for the time, be- 
cause those who are galley slaves are 
considered the same as dead. They are 
chained to the ships and made to row 
the boats in time, until they are dulled 
to every other sense, but the ceaseless 
motion of the oars. But Ben Hur had 
a strong will-power, and he determined 
to keep his mind from that condition. 
He had hopes of being free some day, 
and he was more fortunate than the 
other slaves. He was not chained, be- 
cause the owner of the boat liked him. 
Through his mind ran a desire for 
revenge upon Rome. He was more 
anxious than ever to be a soldier. He 
made up his mind that he would make 
Rome teach him how to reek vengance 
uoon her. The opportunity was nearer 
than he thought. In a battle on sea 
he and the master escaped, and the 
owner made Ben Hur his son. He 
went to Rome and very zealously he 
studied, and progressed rapidly. No 
part of the art was left unstudied by 
him, and he became an excellent sol- 

When his studies were completed, he 
went back to Palestine. In his heart 
still ran the desire for revenge. He 
met an Egyptian girl and a Jewish 
girl. At first he thought he was in 
love with the fair Egyptian, and he 
was very ardent, and devoted to her. 
He was happy, but running through 
his happiness was a sadness and long- 
ing for his own people. The Egyptian 
scoffed at this devotion, and Ben Hur 
discovered that he did not love her, but 
the Jewish maiden. Day by day his 
new love grew, and absorbed his whole 

About the time of his return from 
Borne there was going to be a chariot 
race, and Messala was a contestant. 
Ben Hur saw at once that here was a 
grand opportunity to humilate Rome 
and ruin Messala. He trained his 
horses until they were in excellent con- 
dition. He had a knack of making 



anything bend to his will, not through 
fright, but through love for him. Pa- 
tience was his motto, and he followed 
it very closely. Finally the day of the 
race dawned clear and bright, and the 
contestants looked very beautiful in the 
sun light. At the last round Ben Hur 
ran into Messala's chariot and broke 
it, thus winning the race. This was 
not consistent with his character. It 
was below Ben Hur generally but he 
was so anxious to win the race that he 
let his desire overrule his judgment. 
There had been many bets on the race, 
and Messala's followers were heavily 
in debt; but Ben Hur was relentless 
and exacted the last cent from them. 
He might have been more merciful, but 
no, he was firm. 

One redeeming virtue was his zeal- 
ousness in following Christ. Many 
times he was disappointed, but he did 
not falter. His faith was strong and 
he believed. All this time he kept up 
the search for his people, and when he 
found them, he did not forget to thank 
his Master for his joy. Through all 
his troubles and misfortunes, through 
all his baser and more degrading ac- 
tions, there ran a faithfulness to all 
his people and a loyalty to his God. 
H. C. '15. 

Almost Caught. 

Horace Taylor was noted as the 
meanest man in town. When anyone 
had business dealings with him, he 
always felt as though he was being 
cheated. He lived in an old, ram- 
shackle house which rumor said had 
been inhabited by his ancestors since 
they first came to America. He kept 
two lean cows, an old horse, and a 
small flock of hens regularly, but in 
the course of trading, sometimes ob- 
tained a large amount of stock. At 
the time at which I write, his family 
consisted of his wife and a boy of about 
fourteen summers. One evening upon 
going to the hen roost, he discovered 
that three White Rock hens were miss- 
ing. This worried him very much, but 
instead of trying to find the missing 

hens, he concluded at once that some of 
the neighbors had stolen them. He 
went into the house for a coat, and 
while in there his boy asked for a half 
dollar to buy a new hat. After growl- 
ing a while, the father finally handed 
over a quarter, and shoved his pocket- 
book back into his pocket. As he had 
nothing better to do at the time, he 
concluded to go over to neighbor 
Smith's henyard. He knew there was 
no fear of detection, as he had seen Mr. 
Smith drive by with his dog about 
thirty minutes before. 

When he reached neighbor Smith's, 
he did not hesitate to enter another 
man's hen house, but slammed open 
the door and marched in. Once in 
there, the thought of the consequences 
if he were caught struck him, and he 
started to the roosts in a hurry to find 
out whether he was right or not. Since 
it was nearly dark, he could not see 
very well, and he hit his foot against 
an iron feed dish. He landed at full 
length, knocking over a pail of muddy 
water as he struck. The water, as it 
ran out of the pail, formed a large 
pool, in the middle of which was poor 
Mr. Taylor. Naturally such a commo- 
tion awoke the hens that before had 
been sleeping peacefully, and such a 
disturbance was never before known in 
the hen house. Mr. Taylor began to 
use language not fit for publication, but 
stopped suddenly, choked by the thick 
dust which filled the hen house. Fi- 
nally the tumult partly subsided, and 
Mr. Taylor rose to a sitting position. 
Just then the rooster — perhaps mis- 
taking Taylor's head for the roost — 
landed on the very top of his head, 
spurs first, and emitted an exceeding- 
ly loud crow. This was too much for 
poor Mr. Taylor; picking up his hat 
which was half full of water and clap- 
ping it on his head, with muddy water 
running down all over him, he started 
on the run for home. 

Upon entering the house, other dif- 
ficulties presented themselves. His 
wife asked where he had been, and not 
wanting to tell the truth, he said that 
he had just fallen into the brook. He 



then went to change his clothes, but 
more troubles were in store for him. He 
discovered that he had lost his pocket- 
book, and what was worse, the ten dol- 
lars and sixty-two cents which were in 
it! This he decided must have been 
lost when he fell down, and he made 
up his mind to go over and try to find 
it. This time he took the lantern, so 
that he would have no more difficul- 
ties. It was now about ten o'clock so 
the neighbor and dog were home and 
in bed. Taylor reached the hen house 
door in safety, but since the hinges were 
rusty, it squeaked quite loudly when 
he opened it. Naturally this awoke 
the dog, and he began to bark. Neigh- 
bor Smith poked his head out of the 
window, and in a loud voice demanded 
who was there. Eeceiving no answer 
and seeing the light at the hen house 
door, he picked up the shotgun which 
always stood in the corner of his room, 
and delivered a charge of rock salt. 
Taylor was just entering the hen house 
when Smith shouted, so he stepped 
back from the door. But not daring 
to make himself known and not want- 
ing to lose the money, he was just step- 
ping in when the rock salt struck the 
door. It struck with a rattle and crash, 
and swung the door against him, blow- 
ing out the lantern. As he did not 
want to risk another shot, Taylor pick- 
ed up the blown out lantern, and ran 
home for the second time that evening. 

After going home, he sat for about 
two hours, trying to think of some way 
of getting the money back. He could 
think of nothing better than to go over 
to Smith's the next morning. Upon 
this decision he went to bed. He lay 
awake for some time, worrying about 
the money and wishing that he could 
get it back, but finally he went to sleep. 

The next morning he went out and 
did the chores as usual, and when he 
arrived at the hen house, he found the 
three lost White Rock hens trying to 
get in. Somehow he did not seem 
pleased to find that his neighbor did not 
steal them ; and the realization of what 
a fool he had been came to him sud- 
denly. After finishing the chores and 
eating breakfast, he started for neigh- 

bor Smith's. He found Smith with 
his sleeves rolled up, hard at work at 
the wood pile. After talking about 
the weather and various other things, 
Taylor asked him if he had found any- 
thing around there lately. Smith re- 
plied that he had found a pocket-book 
with some money in it, belonging to a 
dirty hen thief. He went on to say 
that he had shot at the thief once and 
missed him, but that if he caught him 
around there again, he would push him 
to the full extent of the law. Mr. Tay- 
lor had nothing more to say, and a few 
minutes later started home, a sadder 
but wiser man. He never told anyone 
about it, not even his wife, but after 
that, he never looked at a neighbor's for 
anything until he had first looked at 

H. B. J. '16. 


Imagine a swamp of large pines, 
large for these days, when the lumber- 
man's axe has made many a broad 
woodland a waste of brush, stumps, and 
scrub oaks, standing tall and straight 
in the cold winter sunlight, the snow 
of a recent storm lying white and 
smooth between the trunks and making 
a broad, white lane of an old wood 
road which ran through them. The 
silence, which is particularly noticeable 
in the winter wood was unbroken until 
a blue jay screamed as if in warning. 
Then slipping silently through the 
pines from the direction of the bird's 
call came a fox. He trotted along with 
his head held low and his tail almost 
brushing the snow until he reached the 
road, where he stopped for a minute, 
testing the light breeze, which had 
sprung up, for suspicious odors. After 
that he got leisurely onto his : feet, 
stretched, and trotted off in the woods 
on the other side of the road, as silent- 
ly as he came. 

A half hour later the silence was 
broken by the creak of heavy footsteps 
on the snow, and a tall man appeared, 
walking down the road with a quick, 
swinging stride. He was rather rough- 



ly dressed and wore a heavy canvas 
coat and leggins. On his head was a 
woolen cap of the style worn by north- 
ern trappers. Under one arm he car- 
ried a double-barreled shotgun. This 
he leaned against a tree, and proceeded 
to thrash his arms, for the morning 
was cold. As he stood there, he looked 
about and saw the fox track just in 
front of him, and picking up his gun, 
he stepped to the track and examined 
it carefully; then raising his head, he 
noted the direction of the wind, and, 
changing the shells in his gun, he 
started off at a swift walk up the old 
road. For a long time he swung along 
through a maze of paths, choosing first 
one and then another without hesita- 
tion until he reached a ridge with a 
faint path running along the top of 
it. He gave a quick glance at the path 
to see if the fox had passed, and gave 
a sigh of relief as he saw the path was 
free from tracks. Then walking to a 
thick clump of bushes, he went behind 
them, brushed the snow from an old 
6tump, and seated himself with his 
gun across his knees, loaded and ready. 

After the fox crossed the road, he 
kept trotting slowly along through the 
woods, now and then stopping to sniff 
the track of a rabbit or partridge, but 
he had had his breakfast, and beyond 
satisfying an idle curiosity, he wanted 
nothing to do with any of these ani- 
mals. Finally he left the swamp and 
came to a ridge, the same one in fact, 
where the man was watching for him. 
When he reached the top, he turned 
and went slowly on in the direction of 
the hunter, without a suspicion of dan- 

The hunter, in the meantime, had 
been sitting patiently on his stump, 
watching the trail. Once a blue jay lit 
on a branch a few feet above his head 
and watched him carefully, but as he 
sat perfectly quiet, the jay flew away 
with a derisive scream. At last some- 
thing, reddish brown in color, flashed 
in the trees along the path. The man's 
eyes narrowed a little as he raised his 
gun and waited for an open view of 
the same. The fox appeared, still 
traveling slowly, and thirty or forty 

yards from the gunner, he stopped as 
if his suspicions were aroused. He 
stood for a second with his head thrown 
back listening, and then the roar of a 
gun broke the silence, closely followed 
by another as the man fired the other 
barrel. The fox whirled, ran from the 
ridge in long leaps, and vanished among 
the pines. The man stood for an in- 
stant, then went and examined the 
tracks. jSTo telltale drop of blood met 
his gaze, and he muttered a curse as 
he drew the empty shells from his gun 
and started for home. 

That evening the man stepped to the 
door of his house. The moon was 
shining brightly, and the snow-covered 
fields were light as day, while the 
shadows of the woods and buildings 
were black as ink. The woods where 
the hunt had taken place were dark 
and still. Suddenly from the woods 
came the sharp bark of a fox. The 
man shook his fist at the sound, turned 
and entered his house, slamming the 
door behind him, and again silence 
reigned over the dark, cold woods. 
W. E. C. '16. 

Son Amie. 

II n'y a pas long temps qu'une petite 
fille voyageait un jour a la Boston sur 
le train. Elle n'avait que six ans, et 
etait absolument seule. Une dame 
dans le banc derriere elle, ayant peur 
qu'elle s'effraye, pensa qu' elle lui 

"Ma petite enfant, n'avez-vous pas 
peur de voyager seule?" elle demanda. 

"Non," reponda la petite fille, "je 
n'ai pas peur. Mon pere me recontra 
quand j'arriverai a Boston." 

"Mais supposez que le train s'arre- 
terait, et que vous iriez, a pied, et iriez 
a pied, et ensuite vous ne trouveriez pas 
votre pere; que feriez vous?" demanda 
la dame. 

"Mon pere me dit n'avoir pas peur, 
quelconque arriverait, parceque Dieu 
serait pres de moi," reponda la jeune 

Bien ne se dit plus, mais la dame re- 
garda avec un oeil la jeune fille pour 



voir qu'elle trouva son pere. Aussitot 
que le train arriva a la gare, et s'arreta, 
la dame vit un vieux homme chercher 
pour quelqu'un. Tout de suite il 
decouvrit la jeune fille, il l'embrassa 
avec un petit cri de joie. Ensuite avec 
l'instinct d'un vrai pere, il regarda la 
dame et dit a sa fille, 
"Qui est votre amie, Bess?" 
La jeune fille regarda son amie et 
ensuite dit, "Je ne sais pas, mais je 
pense qu'elle doit etre Dieu." 

H. C. '15. 

The Persistency of Hannibal. 

The name of Hannibal was a com- 
mon one among the Carthaginians, a 
list of those famed include fourteen or 
fifteen. Greatest of all was Hannibal, 
the son of Hamilcar Barca, who was 
born in 247 B. C. When nine years 
of age, while with his father on the 
famous Spanish expedition, he was led 
to the altar and there swore an oath of 
eternal hatred against the Roman peo- 
ple and the Roman state as a whole, 
which he so faithfully kept throughout 
his life. He was held in high esteem 
by the soldiers, and an example of this 
is shown, when at the death of Has- 
drubal the army with one voice elected 
him as their leader, an appointment 
which was met with immediate approval 
by the authorities at Carthage. He es- 
tablished among his soldiers a repu- 
tation of bravery and of strategic skill 
of handling his troops properly at close 
quarters. An example of this is shown 
when besieging the city of Sargantum, 
he for eight months kept up an inces- 
sant attack against the city, and at the 
end through his persistency won a com- 
plete victory. 

Hannibal, having taken measures for 
the defense of Africa and Spain during 
his absence, mobilized an army consist- 
ing of 90,000 foot soldiers and 12,000 
horsemen. With this army Hannibal 
proposed a most difficult feat, to under- 
take a perilous journey across the Alps, 
then to descend into the valley of the 
Po and attack the Romans from the 
north. Hitherto such a thing as cross- 
ing the Alps with an army was deemed 

impossible. Up to this time no man 
had ever undertaken such a thing, but 
Hannibal's undaunted courage which 
had carried him through many a grim 
campaign was with him, and he suc- 
ceeded in the passage of the Alps in 
fifteen days. During this march his 
men withstood terrible suffering and 
when Hannibal descended into the 
valley of the Po, he had but 26,000 
men left, and with these he proposed to 
attack the Roman state, consisting of 
seven hundred thousand men. 

After resting his men for a few 
days, he met the Roman army under 
Scipio on the banks of the river Tic- 
inus, and there put to flight the entire 
Roman army which met with many 

The greatest battle of his career was 
at the battle of Cannae. Here with his 
small army he completely annihilated 
the Roman army composed of 90,000 
men. Forming a solid mass he charged 
against their columns and surrounding 
them slaughtered 50,000 men, includ- 
ing many men of note in Rome. His 
great military ingenuity, his ability to 
handle troops in a manner which made 
defeat almost impossible was never be- 
fore shown to such an advantage. The 
Battle of Cannae is called the turning 
point in the career of Hannibal. 

At the battle of Metaurus, fought on 
the banks of the Metaurus River, Has- 
drubal, while attempting to carry aid 
to his brother, suffered a defeat at the 
hands of the Romans and his head was 
cut off and brought to Hannibal upon 
a tray. Hannibal, gazing on the fea- 
tures of his lifeless brother slowly 
shook his head as he said, "Carthage, I 
read thy fate." 

At Zama, Hannibal suffered his first 
and last defeat. Here his army of 
20,000 men were unmercifully slaught- 
ered by the army of Scipio. This bat- 
tle practically ended the Second Punic 
War, and peace was declared between 
the two warring nations. Seeing that 
he was to be a victim of the war, Han- 
nibal fled to Prusias, King of Bithynia, 
and while there gained a naval victory 
over the King of Pergamos. 



He at length was demanded to be 
surrendered to the Romans, and rather 
than to be killed by the race which he 
had hated since his boyhood, he took 
poison which he always carried with 
him for such an emergency. 

Hannibal was a man whom all his 
countrymen loved and respected, who, 
while laboring under many difficulties, 
unceasingly fought for what he deemed 
the right — a man of rare military in- 

genuity, capable of manoeuvring stra- 
tegic moves at the proper time. His 
ability to grasp the situation and carry 
through perfectly, plans which other 
leaders would claim impossible, was re- 
markable. To Hannibal "impossible," 
was an impossible word. His great 
ability, already shown, made Hannibal 
a great general, and places him in the 
list of the greatest leaders. 

A. H. D. '18. 

Social Events 

On the night of November 12th the 
Athletic Association of the High School 
held a supper in the Methodist Vestry, 
Bryantville. The supper was well at- 
tended by parents, friends, and the 
scholars, and was a great success, both 
socially and financially. After the sup- 
per games were played which were en- 
joyed by all. Much credit is due to the 
able way in which the food and coffee 
were handled by Mrs. F. W. Snow, Mrs. 
W. T. Johnson, Mrs. A. Graham, and 
Mrs. C. E. Crowell. Thanks are 
especially due Mr. Walter Kilbrith, who 
gave the coffee and also to his wife, who 
prepared it most excellently. The 
waiters were members of the Associa- 

The pupils of the P. H. S. held a 
private social, January 22, 1915, under 
the supervision of the three teachers, 
in Assembly Hall, Pembroke, Mass. 
Nearly all of the pupils were present, 
and every one enjoyed himself. There 
were games of every kind, which were 
played by the pupils with much enthus- 
iasm, and many popular songs were 
sung, accompanied on the piano by Miss 
Mildred Dunn. There was an inter- 
mission, during which ice cream and 
cake were served by the boys- of the 
school. More games were played after 
the intermission and dancing was en- 
joyed. The social broke up at ten 

With the exception of five persons 
the whole school turned out in a body 
for the pung ride on the evening of 
February 5. The route from Bryant- 

ville led through the Indian Fields 
Road to Pembroke, thence to Hanover 
and Rockland by way of North Pem- 
broke, where another two-horse load 
joined us. The crowd was well sup- 
plied with bells and horns, and it is 
needless to say there was no difficulty 
in keeping the road ahead clear. At 
Rockland the crowd dispersed for half 
an hour and made a raid on all the drug 
stores and confectionery stands in 
sight. Several times we had to turn 
up our coat collars and meekly endure 
a gauntlet fire of snowballs from the 
youths of Rockland, who regard all 
sleighing parties as easy marks; but 
we all survived without serious injury. 
On April 23th the senior class held 
an entertainment at which the follow- 
ing program was given: — 
Song, "Lullaby," High School Chorus 
Song, "Spring Song," Girls' Chorus 
Solo, "Gypsy Song," Alice Gerow 

Song, "Questions," Girls' Chorus 

Farce — "Thirty Minutes for Refresh- 
ments," with the following cast of 
characters : — 
John Downley, Bachelor, 

Arthur Donnell 
John Foxton, Young Groom, 

Arthur Graham 
Major Pepper, Major in the Army, 

Walter Crowell 
Clarence Fitts, Colored Porter, 

Willard Snow 
Mrs. Foxton, Foxton's Wife, 

Ruth Spofford 
Arabella Pepper, Major Pepper's Sis- 
ter, Lucia Whitman 



Polly Patton, Waitress at Highland 
Station, Hazel Chapman 

After the entertainment dancing was 
enjoyed until twelve o'clock. 

On the evening of May 20th, "Thirty 
Minutes for Refreshments" was re- 
peated, with the same cast of charac- 
ters as before, in the Bryantville Fire 
Station for the benefit of the senior 
class. Before the play a reading by 
Miss Ethel Graham and solos by Mr. 
Henry Woods were given. Dancing 
took place from nine until twelve. 

The Pembroke High School Alumni 
Association held its thirteenth annual 
reunion and business meeting at As- 
sembly Hall, Pembroke. The reunion 

was well attended by the graduates and 
their friends. The program, which 
consisted of selections by Clarke's or- 
chestra of Kingston, singing by the 
Flavell twins of Hanover, and read- 
ings by Mr. Arthur Winslow of West 
Duxbury, was excellent and enjoyed by 
all. Dancing followed the concert. At 
the business meeting the following offi- 
cers were elected : President, Miss Fio- 
rina M. Collamore; vice president, 
Chester A. Douglas; secretary and 
treasurer, Mrs. Florence Bowers; exec- 
utive committee, Mrs. Nellie Chandler, 
John C. LeFurgey, Guy Baker, Mrs. 
Granville Thayer, Herbert L. Shep- 

Alumni Notes 


Ernest Hapgood, graduated from 
Brown University; head master of 
Girls' Latin School, Boston. 

Mrs. Wendell 0. Hawes (nee Lucy 
M. Grant), graduated from State Nor- 
mal School Bridgewater, also from 
State Normal School, Los Angeles, 
California. Resides in Los Angeles. 

Mrs. R. W. Lincoln, (nee Ellen L. 
Crafts), graduated from State Normal 
School, Bridgewater, 1898. Lives in 

Willard Clifton Estes, Pembroke. 

William Irwin Thompson, B,. A., 
graduated from Harvard University, 
1903. Employed by the U. S. Forestry 
Department. Lives in Ogden, Utah. 


Mrs. Richard Meady (nee Addie 
Damon) South Hanover. 

Clyfton Douville Dunham, respons- 
ible position in bank, Framingham. 


Mrs. Chris Olson, (nee Ethel E. 
Howland), Tulare, California. 

Mrs. Watson Phillips, (nee Rowena 
Chandler), Dorchester. 

Mrs. Charles Holmes, (nee Daisy 
Klingman), Brockton. 

Webster Blakeman, Whitman. 
James Appleford, Norwell. 
Leroy Jones, Rockland. 


Blanche P. Delano, Otter River. 

Mrs. Herman Beal, (nee Cora M. 
Estes), South Hanson. 

Mrs. Donahue, (nee Edith Apple- 
ford), Whitman. 


Mrs. Aden DeMary, (nee May E. 
Forsythe), Quincy. 

Mrs. Louis A. Sherman, (nee Ber- 
tha Shepherd), Pembroke. 

Mrs. Ira Slatcher, (nee Ida B. 
Howe), South Hanover. 

Mrs. Nightingale, (nee Ina E. Rams- 
dell), Plymouth. 

Kose E. Josselyn, Pembroke. 

George B. Bates, works for Adams 
Express Co., Brockton. 

Foster P. Hatch, works for the New 
England Telephone and Telegraph Co. 

Joseph W. Church, insurance solici- 
tor for Old Colony Trust Co., Pem- 

Arthur B. Church, B. A., graduated 
from Harvard University, 1906 ; Har- 
vard Law School, 1908; practises law 
in New York City, New York. 




Mrs. Joseph Gilbert, (nee Josephine 
Ashe), Boston. 

Mrs. Paul Harris Drake, (nee Pearl 
Pulsifer), Mattapan. 

Harry W. Litchfield, B. A., Ph. D., 
class of 1902, graduated from Harvard 
University 1907; is now instructor of 
Greek and Latin in Harvard University 
and Eadcliffe College. 


Mrs. Elmer Haskell, (nee Frances 
Torrey), Pembroke. 

Ida Bickford, Somerville. 

Glorianna Adams, and her sister, 
Georgianna, are training as Eed Cross 
nurses in a Hospital at Scarborough, 

Harry C. Rideout, Dorchester. 

Burton C. Rand, chauffeur, Dorches- 


Leona M. Foster, graduated from 
State Normal School, Bridge-water, 
1908. Teacher in Northborough. 

Mrs. Frank Thayer, (nee Gertrude 
Ashe), Brockton. 

Grace M. Church, B. A., graduated 
from Simmons College, 1910, holds im- 
portant position in Winsor School for 
Girls, Fenway, Boston. 

Mrs. Carlton Cushing, (nee Linna 
Damon), North Abington. 

Mrs. Harold Simmons, (nee Edith 
Hobell), North Pembroke. 

Mrs. Roland Clemens, (nee Lydia 
Foster), Pembroke. 

Mrs. Leroy Merritt, (nee Alice F. 
Cole), Campello. 

Leroy F. Merritt, graduated from 
Brockton Business College; bookkeeper 
Geo. E. Keith Co., Campello. 


Hilga S. Nelson, graduated from the 
Training School of the Providence 
Hospital, Providence, R. I. 

Blanche A. Stetson, Roxbury. 

Otis Crossley, Hanover. 

Harry Josselyn, North Pembroke. 

Mrs. Harry Mosher, (nee Marion 
Crossley), Roslindale. 

Mrs." Arthur Smiley, (nee Mary 
Turner), South Braintree. 


Mrs. Austin Harlow, (nee Josephine 
Johnson), Whitman, Mass. 

Edwin L. Roberts is in the ice busi- 
ness at East Pembroke. 

Mrs. W. Wyatt, (nee Ina Roberts), 

Newland Holmes, traveling sales- 
man, Weymouth Landing, Mass. 

Burton Shepherd has undertaking 
rooms at Kingston, Mass. 

Gertrude Turner, North Pembroke. 

Frederick Harry Cole is working for 
the Studebaker Automobile Company, 
Detroit, Michigan. 


Elsie D. Burgess and Melvin B. 
Shepherd were married August 30, 
1914. They are now living at Melrose 
Highlands, Mass. 


Miss Emma Foster is living at home, 
Pembroke, Mass. 

Granville Thayer is employed at 
West's Mill, North Pembroke. 

Herbert E. Young has a position in 
the Shawmut National Bank, Boston, 


Miss Christine E. Burkett graduated 
from Bridgewater Normal School last 
June and is teaching this year at Mon- 
tague, Mass. 

William E. Christie is employed as 
Freight Clerk at North Abington, 


Francis Arnold has recently pur- 
chased a share in a farm at New Dur- 
ham, N. H., where he will make a prac- 
tical application of the subjects he has 
been studying at the New Hampshire 
State Agricultural College. 

Alberta Chamberlain is employed in 
the office of West's Mill at North Pem- 

Ethel Graham has recently accepted 
a position in the Post Office at Bryant- 

Stella Howard will graduate this 
year from the Bridgewater Normal 

William F. Hopkins is a traveling 



salesman for Seyms and Company 
wholesale grocers, Hartford, Conn. 

Dellena MacKenzie is training as a 
nurse at Charlesgate Hospital, Cam- 

On November 8, 1914, Miss Dorothy 
Le Furgey was married to Granville 
Thayer. They are now living in North 


Morton E. Arnold, who has been at- 
tending the Bryant and Stratton Busi- 
ness College, is to spend the summer 
with his brother on the farm in New 

Lillian G. Bates is at her home in 

May V. Bisbee has a position at the 
Bryantville News Office. 

Hiram L. Bunce has moved to 
Brockton where he is employed as a 
clerk by the Gulf Refining Company. 

James H. Johnson has a position as 

shipper with the Hurley Shoe Com- 
pany, Rockland, Mass. 

Corinne S. Macy is employed by the 
Rose Book Bindery, Boston, Mass. 

On June 27, 1914, occurred the wed- 
ding of Ester Linwood Lyon and Earl 
Alliston Simmons. Mr. and Mrs. Sim- 
mons are living at North Pembroke. 

N. Leslie Roberts is attending the 
Bryant and Stratton Business School 
of Boston. 

George F. Simpson has taken up 
electrical wiring and has already wired 
many buildings, in this vicinity, for 
electric lights. He lives in Hanson. 

Frank L. Christie is employed in a 
general merchandise store at Hanover. 

Ralph H. MacKenzie has a position 
with the wholesale and retail company 
of J. F. Kimball & Co., 30-31 North 
Market street, Boston. 

Miss Ellen Olson is at home with 
her parents at West Duxbury. 


The members of the base ball team 
met at the end of the last season, 1914, 
and unanimously re-elected Elwood 
Johnson to lead the team for 1915. 
Johnson came into prominence in 
1913, and played a good game at cen- 
ter field. Last year he played a great 
game at first base, as well as doing good 
work at the bat. Ben Donnell was 
re-elected manager for 1915. For the 
last two seasons he has caught for the 
team. At graduation we lost Ralph 
MacKenzie, a former captain, and sec- 
ond baseman, and a splendid all around 
player. Of the freshman class, Clyde 
Young and Arthur Donnell are playing 
on the regular team. 

Pembroke H. S. 7, Brayantville, 2. 

April 17th the High School team 
played a picked-up team from Bryant- 
ville, the score being 7-2 in favor of 
the P. H. S. This was the first game 
in the season of 1915, but considering 
the fact that the day was windy and 
cold, and the fellows had not had much 

practice, they played a good game and 
made things very interesting during 
all nine innings. Snow and Burkett 
were right there in the infield to stop 
things, and Crowell, with a loyal sup- 
port in the outfield, held the visiting 
team down to two runs. 

Batteries: Pembroke; Crowell and 
B. Donnell. Bryantville; Russo, Bu- 
lange and Hill. 
Pembroke H. S. 9, Partridge Academy, 7. 

100 or more loyal fans turned out to 
see Pembroke play its first regular 
game of the season with Partridge 
at Duxbury, defeating them 9 to 7. 
Partridge put in their second string 
pitcher who was knocked out of the box 
in the first inning by a series of hits, 
and was quickly replaced by Briggs. 
Crowell was given great support and 
easily held the Partridge sluggers to 
five hits and seven runs with a total of 
nine bases. The Pembroke boys were 
very happy when, in the ninth inning 
with two outs and two men on 



and "Tommy," the live coach, at bat, 
he hit a speedy grounder to Burkett, 
who disposed of the runner at first. The 
great pitching of Crowell was the fea- 
ture of the game, giving one base on 
balls and four scratch hits with a total 
of seven bases. 

Batteries : Pembroke ; Crowell and 
B. Donnell. Partridge; Briggs, Carey 
and Prince. Strikeouts: Crowell 11, 
Briggs 6. Bases on Balls, Crowell 1, 
Briggs 2. Umpire, Hartford. 

Hanover H. S. 14, Pembroke H. S. 4. 

In a loosely played game in which 
the errors of Pembroke were the fea- 
ture, Hanover High beat Pembroke 
High, 14 to 4. The members of the 
home team were more or less tired and 
unable to do their best work. For the 
winners Flavell pitched good ball, 
which coupled with Al support, was 
able to hold Pembroke to four runs. 
Crowell had an off day, allowing ten 
bases on balls. The hitting of E. John- 
son and Snow, and a spectacular catch 
by C. Johnson were the only bright 
features of the Pembroke boys' playing. 

Batteries: Hanover; Flavell and I. 
Hunt. Pembroke; Crowell, Snow and 
B. Donnell. Strikeouts, Flavell 8,. 
Crowell 13. Bases on Balls, Flavell 3. 
Crowell 10. Umpire, Downes. 

Pembroke H. S. 11, Marshfield H. S. 7. 

Pembroke High beat Marshfield High 
11 to 7 at Pembroke. Marshfield came 
up amid much din and racket, only to 
go home a glum and dejected bunch. 
Crowell pitched a star game, striking 
out fifteen and giving but four walking 
tickets. In this game the hitting of 
B. Donnell and Snow was noticeable. 
Pembroke knocked the first Marshfield 
pitcher out of the box with a series of 

Batteries: Pembroke; Crowell, B. 
Donnell. Marshfield; Sinnot, Sim- 
monds, Taggot. Strikeouts: Crowell 
15, Simmonds 3. Bases on Balls, 
Crowell 4, Simmonds 5. Umpires, 
Pulsifer and Flavell. 

Pembroke H. S. 13, Hanover H. S. 11. 

In a game that was veritably a slug- 
ging match, Pembroke High defeated 

Hanover High, 13 to 11. Hanover, ex- 
pecting a "walk-over," started with 
their third-string pitcher who met his 
Nemesis in the first inning, after six 
runs had been scored. He was sup- 
planted by another, who soon got his 
passport. Henderson then went in, and 
managed to hold Pembroke to six runs. 
Charles Johnson of Pembroke, after a 
high fly, ran into a fence and had to 
stay out of the rest of the game. Young 
was tried second and played a clean, 
steady game, catching a difficult fly. 
In the ninth inning the score was a 
tie, until a single by Crossley and a 
three-bagger by E. Johnson brought 
things to a crisis. Crossley in stealing 
home drew a throw that was wild, and 
on this Johnson scored. Hanover re- 
tired in the ninth easily. The first 
man struck out, the second hit a pop 
fly to Young, and the third "whiffed the 

Batteries: Pembroke; Crowell and 
Donnell. Hanover; Hunt, Henderson, 
Howes, Thompson. Bases on Balls, 
Crowell 4, Henderson 2, Thompson 2. 
Strikeouts; Crowell 9, Henderson 5, 
Thompson 4. Umpire, Pulsifer. At- 
tendance 100. Time, 1 hour, 40 min- 

With four games won, and only one 
lost, the prospect certainly looks 
bright. We intend to beat Marshfield 
easily, Partridge not so easily, but win 
from them nevertheless. We hope that 
a "rubber" may be played with Han- 


Burkett, 3b. 

Young, 2b. 

Snow, s.s. 

Crossley, c.f. 

E. Johnson, lb. 

Graham, A. Donnell, r.f. 

B. Donnell, c. 

C. Johnson, l.f. 
Crowell, p. 

Young has been transferred to sec- 
ond, and at Hanover played a good 
game. Charles Johnson is getting ev- 
erything, as is Crossley. Snow and 
Burkett are both playing a good game 


at short and third respectively. E. 
Johnson and Snow, as of last year, are 
leading with the bat. This year we 
will lose by graduation B. Donnell, 
whose steady catching and hitting have 


been such a valuable asset to the team. 
But there is much material to be de- 
veloped for catcher, so we hope to make 
the team of 1916 an improvement even 
on the one of 1915. 


In your weirdest reveries can you 
imagine : 

Snow not drawing pictures. 

Graham not lettering. 

Crossley not getting A-f in geom- 

Burkett and Straight not fooling. 

Lucia Whitman getting to school on 

Spofford talking to a girl. 

Mix not sent out of class daily. 

The eighth grade not asking ques- 

Jones dancing. 

Wanted : 

No exams. 

A blizzard and no school. 

A jitney bus for those who have to 
stay after school. 

A first class carpenter to enlarge the 
front door for Frank's convenience. 

Money for graduation. 

A first class rat catcher. 

A safe to keep the Literary Society 
dues in. 

A day off to catch herring. 

Another sleigh-ride. 

A few more men to be as benevolent 
as Mr. Shepherd to the B. B. A. 

A school telephone. 

Fewer ten cent rings flashing around 
the school building. 

Visitors and more visitors. 

Less Latin Prose Lessons. 

A cantata for graduation. 

In singing — second sopranos. 

Minister — "Dost thou love thy neigh- 
as thyself?" 

Mr. D. — "I try to, but she won't let 

— Ex. 

Mr. Mac (after a collision with a 

stranger)— "Why don't you look where 
you are going?" 

Stranger — "Why don't you go where 
you are looking?" 

Overheard in Junior English. 

Mr. D.— "Mr. Crossley, what is a 
theme ?" 

Mr. Crossley — "Something we have 
to pass in every month." 

John (at supper) — "Mary, did you 
make this pudding out of the cook- 

Mary — "Yes, dear." 

John — "I thought so; here's a piece 
of one of the covers." 

— Ex. 

Mutt — "I never knew before what 
they hired the girls to do at the Wal- 
tham Watch Factory." 

Jeff— "What is it?" 

Mutt— "To make faces." 


E. S. J. (going into a barber shop) 
— "How long before you can shave me, 

Pete (after looking him over) — 
"About two years." 

Miss Clark (speaking on Current 
Topic Day) — "They serve five meals a 
day on the transatlantic steamships." 

Drake (in undertone) — "I am going 
to Europe right away." 

— Ex. 

Johnnie — "Ma, how old is that 
lamp ?" 

Ma — "About three years." 

Johnnie — "Turn it out; it is too 
voung to smoke." 




P. — "Do you not find it a great 
thing to have a telephone in your 

L. — "Yes, sir, my neighbors tell me 
they could not get along without it." 
— Ex. 

"And this is the pillar of Hercules !" 
she said, removing her spectacles. 
"Gracious, what is the rest of his bed 
clothes like, I wonder?" 


Who's Who at P. H. S. 

Most Popular, 
Best Athlete, 
Biggest Bluffer, 
Biggest Feet, 
Most Deliberate, 
Biggest Grind, 
Biggest Eater, 
Willard Snow. 

Hazel Chapman 

Willard Snow 

Elwood Johnson 

Frank Bichmond 

Willard Snow 

Walter Crowell 

Herbert Jones 

Elwood Johnson 

Second out of sight. 

Quietest, Lawrence Spofford 

Biggest Talker, Walter Crowell 

Jolliest, Agnes Christie 

Biggest Waist Measure, Herbert Jones 
Best Artist, Alvin Straight 

Best Pianist, Irene Carter 

Best Singers, 

Alice Gerow and Willard Snow 
Best Actor, Arthur Donnell 

Best Dancers, 
Amelia Torres and Benjamin Donnell 

Best Letterer, 
School Optimist, 
School Pessimist, 
Most Dignified, 
Most Gullible, 

Kenneth Burket 

Walter Crossley 

Herbert Jones 

Arthur Graham 

Kenneth Burkett 

Walter Crowell 

Louise Bates 

Charles Johnson 

Alvin Straight 

Most Easily Disturbed, Arthur Graham 
Most Practical, Walter Crossley 

Most Irresponsible, Kenneth Burkett 
Most Reliable, Walter Crossley 

Compliment* of 


Dealers in Choice Groceries, Meats and Provisions 
at the Lowest Prices 

Screen Doors 
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Overalls and Jumpers 

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R. F. D. No. 1. 

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The editors wish to extend their sincere thanks to all those 
who have advertised in the Wampum. 
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